The colored streaks are gone, and her cheekbones have shifted, making her face narrow and mature.
But her eyes are as old as ever.
"Sadie Kane," he says by greeting.
She jolts a bit as she notices him in the dim light of the graveyard, where he stands as casually as he can manage.
"Anubis," she mutters softly. "You haven't aged a day."
You have would probably make her hit him, so he bites back the words.
"It has been a long time," he admits, studying her features. She wears jewelry now- small earrings adorned her ears, and she donned several rings. He can still see the cord of her necklace hidden under the collar of her blouse.
"What have you been up to?"
"The same as always."
She smiles brilliantly, cocking an eyebrow. "So all the boring things… what did I used to call you, The God of Toilet Paper, I think… has to do?"
"I've gone back to routine," he agrees. "How it was before you wrecked everything."
"Made it better, you mean."
"Indeed," he says softly, serious in contrast to her jest. His brown eyes found her blue, and she looked away. It was too dark to see if she still went red when he looked at her. Probably not, he thought dryly. After all, he was a teenager, and she was now a grown woman.
"Right. Um. I have to… I have to do something," she says, looking at a spot above his shoulder. "It was… nice speaking to you again, Anubis."
"Goodbye, Sadie Kane." He dips into a half bow, and forces a smile to his lips.
"…Stone," she says softly.
He tilts his head.
"Sadie Stone. It's… It's Sadie Stone now."
"Of course," he says, and he notes the pain in his voice with a dry sort of curiosity. "Until we meet again, Sadie Stone."
He sees her mouth move as he fades out of the graveyard, but does not catch the words on her lips.